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Nightmare Night and Nyx

by RealityCheck

Chapter 25

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Chapter 25

The party resumed. The atmosphere was a little different, of course; there were quite a few more armored guards at the doorways before, for one thing. But the music was boisterous, the lights and glowsticks were plenteous, the castle staff had the feast tables groaning, and after Pinkie and Pokey's first stagedive of the evening the attack by the Conspirators was forgotten. The fear and tension lingering in the air dissipated like a bad dream, and what could be more fitting in the Court of the Night than that?

Not to say there weren't ponies discussing the recent events. In particular, a large group of colts and fillies with a noted obsession with cutie marks were gathered around the punch bowl, mulling over all that had happened, and what it meant for one of their number. "Wow... tho you're royalty now," Twist said soberly.

"Umm, sorta." Nyx shuffled her hooves. "I guess?"

"Does that mean you're gonna have to move away to Canterlot?" Dinky said sadly. Several of the other Cutie Mark Crusaders looked distressed at that.

"No! ...I... I don't think so," Nyx said. She cast her eyes around, looking for an answer. She didn't want to go to Canterlot and be a dumb Princess. Not if it meant she had to leave Ponyville and all her friends. She had a sort of mental blink of surprise when she realized how she felt. Boy, I really have changed, she couldn't help thinking.

There was a subtle cough behind her. She turned around; standing behind her was Spell Nexus. "I don't think you have to worry any about that," he said with an off-angle smile.

Nyx scuffed a hoof and gave him a puzzled look. "How do you know?"

"Well, I do hang around the Courts, and I'm somewhat versed in all things Nobility and Royalty and what have you," Spell Nexus said, casually buffing a hoof on his fake beard. "What the Princesses were saying is that you and your mother are 'Peers of Royalty.'  Like... a cousin or an in-law," he explained. "It's just a way of saying that you're not going to be a Princess or anything, but  It's a way of letting people know that you're family, and very, very important to them." He cocked an eyebrow. "And a way to warn people who would try to hurt or take advantage of you that it's a very bad idea."

"Anyway, they just got through saying you WEREN'T a Princess. Having you move in with them would sort of make it look like they were lying, wouldn't it?"

"So don't worry; they're not going to rope you into moving in with them," Spell Nexus chuckled. "You're going to stay right here in Ponyville for the foreseeable future."

There was a collective sigh of relief from the Crusaders, Nyx especially. "But.... after all this.... what if something else bad happens? Like-- like tonight? What if they decide the only way to be safe--"

"Oh well, yes, there is that." Spell Nexus frowned thoughtfully. "Well that would be a pickle wouldn't it. I suppose they might go so far as have you and your mother move in with Luna...." he waved his hoof at their surroundings, indicating the Palace of the Moon. ".... all the way out here ?"

"Oh, that's brilliant!" Pipsqueak said, grinning at Nyx. "You don't have to go to the Palace anyway. The Palace already came to you!" The mood of the little crowd brightened considerably.

"Applebloom will thure be glad to hear that," Twist said. She looked around. "Thay, where ith she anyway?" The rest of the group looked around; strange enough, the CMC club leaders were all missing.

Spell Nexus looked around as well. One needn't stay in Ponyville long before learning that particular threesome was a vortex of calamity when unsupervised. "Ah, there they are, over by.... er, whatever those ponies are setting up," he said, pointing to one corner of the room. That corner of the room had been curtained off. he could see behind the curtains from this angle; A small cluster of workponies were busy setting up a pair of arcane, technical looking contraptions rather near to the DJ, and all three parties seemed to be in an argument over which one had precedence. Scootaloo, SweetieBelle and Applebloom had ducked under the curtain and were in the thick of things, watching everything going on with keen interest. "Oh dear," Nexus muttered. "I hope those gentleponies can handle those three..."


"Look, I was told to set this up, and I'm settin' it up!" one of Sapphire Shore's roadies said.

"Not here you're not," Vinyl Scratch said. "You're too darn close to my setup! And I'm using those power outlets myself!"

"It was a gift for the Princess!" the roadie protested.

"I was hired to play this party by the Princess!" Vinyl said. She had an LP running and her gig was on autopilot for a few minutes. She hated that. Her glare could pierce right through her tinted glasses. "I am not going to compete with a karaoke machine on this job!"

"Hey, whaddabout me?" Another roadie--- this one sporting Ziggy Stardust's logo on his team jacket--- protested. "This 'Prance Prance Revolution' machine cost a mint, and Zig don't want it sitting in a box collectin' dust!"

"Will both of you get out of my mane?" the DJ screeched. "Are you all idiots? We can't run a DDR, a karaoke, and a DJ setup at the same time! It'd just be NOISE--- hey kid, quit messin' with that stuff!" This last was directed at Applebloom, who had managed to nose her way into the piles of half-assembled electronic equipment.

Applebloom ignored her and pored over the diagrams and manuals strewn about. "Hold on, I got an idear," she said, starting to plug wires together.

"Hey, hey, hey, kid--" the Sapphire Shores roadie protested, starting to intervene. The roadie from Ziggy Stardust cut him off. "Hold on," he said, looking over the setup Applebloom was plugging together. "I think I see where she's going with this."

Encouraged, Applebloom continued to work. "See? It's set up to play music from any album. If we run the output from the DJ's setup in here--"

"Yeah..."

"--- and then out from the karaoke machine to the DDR...."

"Oh now THAT'S clever."

"Ooh, I like it, kid," Vinyl Scratch cackled, giving Applebloom a noogie on her ribbon. "You sure you ain't half robot for real?"

Applebloom giggled. She waved eagerly, pointing to the left and the right. "Just set up the dance floor thingys on either side, there-- and the karaoke microphone and screen in the middle!"

"Got it!" The two roadies hustled. Vinyl leaned over Applebloom's shoulder and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Slick trick, kid," she said. "But I bet we could tweak it. Here, we'll put some headphones here... and run the feed back through... yeah, that way I can tweak it on the fly before it goes to the speakers... and we add some extra microphones--"

In short order, they had a rather.... unique conglomeration up and functioning.  Vinyl Scratch's table and soundsystem was now flanked by two DDR dance boards, each with a microphone mounted in front of it. Out in front of her table stood a karaoke microphone and stand, complete with a "follow the bouncing ball" lyric screen. The whole mess was wired to and synchronized by Vinyl Scratch's gear. "Oh yeah, we done made somethin' here," the redoubtable DJ said, rubbing her hooves together. "Okay, let's---"

Suddenly Applebloom had a burst of inspiration. She grabbed Vinyl Scratch's headphone cord and pulled her down so she could whisper in her ear.  Several seconds passed, with her whispering frantically and pointing over to Sweetie Belle, who was flipping through Vinyl's collection of albums. Vinyl looked confused at first, then grinned conspiratorially. "ohh, you ARE a clever stinker, aintcha?" she muttered to the diminutive Apple. Applebloom just grinned and nodded. "Okay, I'm in.... Hey kid!" Vinyl shouted at SweetieBelle, making her jump. "C'mon, we need to give this a test run. Get on the mike, there..."

SweetieBelle stared at the karaoke microphone like it was a king cobra. "What?" she squeaked.

"Re-lax," Applebloom said, rolling her eyes. "We're behind curtains, remember? nopony can see ya." She waved at the curtains hiding them. "We just wanna test the microphones." She trotted over and helped a weakly protesting SweetieBelle put on the headphones and climb up on the stool. "Jest sing a quick song so Vinyl can... um..." Applebloom tried to think quickly.

"So I can balance the sound," Vinyl interjected, grinning. "Don't worry, it'll just run through the headphones. Got a favorite?"

SweetieBelle hesitated, her epic stage fright warring with her love of music. It did look like it'd be fun, and if noone was watching or listening..."

"C'mon, kid, we only got a few more minutes on that LP," Vinyl urged. "Pick one you know by heart."

"O-okay.... " grinning nervously, Sweetie pulled the enormous headphones down over her ears and rattled off the name of one of her current favorites.

"Okay, here we go," Vinyl Scratch said. "You two, on the DDR boards..." Scootaloo and Applebloom eagerly complied. Vinyl cranked up the DVD, picked the track and set the volume. The DDR boards started flashing, arrows scrolling up the teleprompter-style screens. And as the first few notes of the song started playing, SweetieBelle did what Applebloom had been desperately counting on....

She closed her eyes, and started to sing.

It was rare for SweetieBelle to sing, except in front of her two closest friends. From experience Applebloom knew, when SweetieBelle really got into a song, she sang the whole thing from beginning to end without opening her eyes. Between that and the enormous sound-blocking headphones, she never heard it when DJ Pon-3 turned on the speakers; she never saw it when the two roadies pulled the dropcloth curtains away, spilling the light and sound into the rest of the enormous ballroom.

"Welcome, Colts and Fillies, to the ultimate par-tay! The name of the game is 'Match the DJ,' Dance or sing, you gotta beat me at my own game! So let's hear it for our first contestant-- SWEETIE BELLE!!"

I whip my tail back and forth

I whip my tail back and forth

(Just whip it)

I whip my tail back and forth

I whip my tail back and forth

(Whip it real good)

I whip my tail back and forth

I whip my tail back and forth

I whip my tail back and forth

I whip my tail back and forth

Hop up out the bed, turn my swag on

Pay no attention to them haters 'cause we whip 'em off

And we ain't doing nothing wrong

So don't tell me nothing, I'm just tryna have fun

So keep the party jumping....

The reaction from everyone who knew her could be summed up in two words: Jaw. Floor.

It was fast and peppy and the two fillies dancing either side sang accompaniment even as they shook a tailfeather keeping up with the flashing floorboard and scrolling arrows. But there was no mistaking that SweetieBelle was the star of the performance. She belted out every line, throwing every inch of herself into it, even shaking a tailfeather or two herself atop her barstool. Before the first chorus the audience was whistling and cheering her on.

The song came to an end in a roar of applause. SweetieBelle opened her eyes...

"And let's hear it again for SweetieBelle!" the audience roared.

SweetieBelle froze, her eyes like saucers. This was it. She was dying. A heart attack, she was sure of it, and at such a young age too... a single word got out between her frozen lips, picked up and amplified a thousandfold by the microphone:

"ERMAGERSH..."

And she toppled from the stool.

She lay there, stunned, the audience's laughter strangely distant. What? Here came a couple of stagehands... she was saved!.... wait, what? They were setting her back up on the stool??

"Sorry, kiddo, you gotta do THREE songs, that's the rule."

Unbelieving, SweetieBelle shot a look back at her. You're EVIL, she thought at the DJ as loudly as she could, but all she managed was a whimper and a wide eyed, trembling lipped pout that would have melted the heart of Sombra himself.

Alas, DJ Pon-3 was made of sterner stuff. "We'll do a slower number for this one, okay?"

SweetieBelle looked out at the audience.It never occurred to her to refuse, she was so shellshocked. She couldn't run; she was frozen in terror. Her legs were trembling so hard that the stool she stood on was shaking. She cut such a figure of pathos that heartfelt "awwww"s were heard all over the room--- sympathetic sounds she unfortunately couldn't hear, for the roadies had put the earphones back on her. She stared down at the karaoke screen and took a shaky breath.

I just have to sing two more songs, she told herself. Just sing two more songs, and then get away.

Just sing...

The music played.

Many nights we prayed

With no proof anyone could hear

In our hearts a hope for a song

We barely understood ....

Her voice was weak, shaky. She wavered and trembled on every line. But then something happened as she finished the first stanza: a second voice, rich, strong and gentle, joined in--- right next to her. She looked over; standing right next to her, singing almost cheek to cheek, with her of all ponies...

Was

ERMAGERSH

Sapphire Shores!!

Now we are not afraid

Although we know there's much to fear

We were moving mountains

Long before we knew we could, whoa, yes

Sapphire Shores had been close in on the sidelines, waiting for her present to the Princess to be unveiled. Well, it certainly hadn't been how she'd expected, but she and Ziggy weren't about to complain. Darned clever, by golly. She'd been impressed by the little unicorn filly's singing, too.

Ponies didn't know it but under all the celebrity flash she had a heart as big as a double platinum album. When the poor thing keeled over like that it had cut her to the heart. She knew stage fright from way back, and her heart went out to any little filly who was dogged by that old rascal.

So when that second song started--- one off her own album, sakes, a fan!--- she did the only thing she could think of to help: she stepped in to back her up.

Whaddya know, it worked.

By the chorus, the junior diva's voice had swelled to match Sapphire Shore's own.

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe somehow you will

You will when you believe...

Audience forgotten, stage fright, that old rascal, whipped back in his corner to sulk, nothing left up there but the two of them and the song. The two of them belted that dusty old number out with heart and soul.

Somehow you will

You will when you believe....

And closed it out with a flourish, to cheers and applause.

"Not bad, kid," Sapphire said to SweetieBelle with a wink. "A little rusty, but nothing a little time and practice won't fix--" and she saw a flash of light at the filly's hip. Somewhere out in the darkened room an uproar broke loose.

It was obvious the filly felt something too. She gasped, her eyes going wide. "Was that...?" she whispered.

Sapphire Shores chuckled. "Take a look, hon," she said.

SweetieBelle held her breath and turned her head to look at her hip. Running across her flank was a stylized pink heart, with a curling tail like a musical note.

Her shriek of glee blew out three subwoofers.

A split second later she was mobbed by a horde of foals dressed in pony from the future costumes. They swept her off her stool in the middle of her frantic victory dance and piled into her. The cheering, shouting, and yes crying took nearly a minute to wind down. SweetieBelle rose up out of the ponies mobbing her and threw her forelimbs around Sapphire's neck, shouting "Thank you" over and over again to the startled and amused pop star.

Applebloom, SweetieBelle and Scootaloo clustered together in the middle of the cheering mass. Sweetie hugged both of them fiercely. "Ooooh, I don't know whether to hug you or slug you!" she laughed.

"Oh well--- One down, two to go," Applebloom said. She looked with undisguised longing at SweetieBelle's cutie mark.

She noticed that Scootaloo was staring at her with obvious surprise on her face. The pegasus pointed at the earth pony's flank. "Uh, two down, one to go."

Applebloom blinked and looked over her shoulder. There it was; a wrench and a hammer crossed behind an apple blossom.

...And there went two more subwoofers.

"Hey hey hey," Vinyl Scratch finally said over the speakers. "You still got one song to go, kids!"

The three-part rendition of "Equestria Girls" that followed was loud, artless and perhaps slightly off-key, but no less joyous for all that.


Spell Nexus applauded with the rest. A midnight blue figure was applauding next to him. He turned and bowed to Princess Luna.... at least he assumed it was Luna...

My, weren't things going to get interesting at Canterlot Castle, he reflected. "Greetings, your Highness," he said. "Interruptions aside, the party is going swimmingly."

The Princess didn't reply at first. Instead she looked longingly at the celebrating throng of foals in front of the DJ stand. "Ah, and so two of the original three gets her cutie mark," she said, a little wistfully. "I've known them for ages. It almost feels like the end of an era...."

Spell Nexus reflected on that, a little sadly. Those three had obviously stuck together through countless trials, not the least of which had been at the hoof of he himself. He hadn't forgotten how that trio had risked their necks sneaking into Nightmare Moon's castle under his own malevolent watch, just for the sake of a fellow 'Cutie Mark Crusader.' He could see said Crusader in the middle of the mob, cheering for the two cutie marked fillies as loudly as anyone. It would be a tragedy if that band of friends drifted apart....

He'd seen it before; friends as close as blood falling away as time and tide and their own special callings carried them to the far corners of the earth. What would happen to that tightly knit little group now, as their separate interests pulled them away from each other? What would happen to the little alicorn as she watched her friends grow up, move away, lose contact--- their ties severed by countless miles?

"It's not right," he muttered to himself. Luna overheard him and gave him an inquisitive look. "What will happen, I mean. As they grow and scatter and fall out of touch. Our whole society revolves around the principles of Harmony and Friendship, yet we let mere distance and time and circumstances... cut off those life-giving relationships, let them fade and die like branches cut from a vine." He shrugged in his robe, the bells on the hem jingling faintly. "And we pay for it. What might have been avoided, had we not fallen out of friendship with the Buffalo in Appleoosa? What might have changed had I not let myself become so insular in my studies and cut off from my distant colleagues-- and from yourselves, Highness-- that I could become infested with dark magic and nopony noticed?" He glanced at Luna. "What might have been different had you and your sister not become distant, a thousand years ago?"

Luna nodded. "It seems a problem for all ponydom," she agreed. She glanced at him. "Twould seem a fitting challenge for a retired archmage to set his hoof to. Wouldn't you agree?"

Spell Nexus blinked, then grinned. "Hint taken, your Highness," he said. His mind turned over slowly. There had been some projects he'd been tinkering with over the past few years; variants on scrying and teleportation, mirrors and crystal spheres... and there was news coming out of the Crystal Empire of some extraordinary developments in magic mirrors....seen in a different light, they could have whole new applications-- he felt his enthusiasm, long dormant, start to spark. "Yes indeed. It would be a most fitting challenge," he said thoughtfully.


The Kara-DDR-DJ-oke was a hit. Ponies were soon lining up to either try their hoof at the DDR floors or their voice at the karaoke mike. Some were good, some were bad, some were hysterical, but all were fun, and even the stuffier of the upper crust ponies were having a good time. Fancy Pants and his (very!) pregnant wife Fleur De Lys did a duet that had all the mares crooning. Snips, Snails and Spike had the crowd rolling with their rendition of "The Monster Mash" and "Purple People Eater"--- then Snails surprised them all with a spot-on performance of "Dead Man's Party."   Pipsqueak took the stage then with a pretty fair rendition of "Here comes the Sun" and "She Loves you".... then blew everyone away when Ziggy Stardust hooked up his guitar and did backup for a number from south of the Equator.    Of course most were in agreement that being small and cute got him a lot of leeway on performance quality...

Some of the performances were of course more surprising than others.

"Fluttershy?" Nyx squeaked, nearly dropping her punch as the timid yellow pegasus stepped out of the queue. "Miss Fluttershy is gonna sing?"

Twilight caught her daughter's punch before it spilled and righted it. "Looks like it," she giggled. Nyx gaped up at her mother.

"But how? How did you get her..."

"Oh, Fluttershy's timid enough, but get enough punch or cider in her and she's an animal," Pinkie Pie said, bouncing in place next to them.

Twilight gave her a quizzical look. "The punch isn't spiked, is it?" she asked uncertainly, pointing a hoof at her cup.

"Nopey dope. But Fluttershy got hold of some once. Now she gets that way if she even tastes something with multiple fruit flavors. I think it's a deeply entrenched psychosomatic reaction fixated due to her subconscious need for a psychological release for her repressed emotions."

"Yes, that does make--- what?" Twilight did a double take at the hyper party pony, then decided to skip it.

Someone shone a spotlight down on Fluttershy as she stepped up, picking out the glitter dusted in her coat and mane. The music started up; she swayed in place in time to the beat for a moment, then closed her eyes and sang.

I get high on a buzz

Then a rush when I'm plugged in you

I connect

When I'm flush

You get love when told what to do

Wonderful electric

Wonderful electric

Wonderful electric

Cover me in you

I'm in love, I'm in love

I'm in love with a strict machine....

She sang as she swayed in place, sweet and breathy, caressing the slow, smoky lyrics with her perfect voice. Every stallion in the place was staring like his brains were dribbling out his ears. As for her date? Caramel looked as if you could have set his mane and tail on fire and he wouldn't have noticed. He stood there with a goofy grin and a burning face as the maybe-not-so-timid Fluttershy crooned straight to him, staring him straight in the eye over the microphone. There was no lasciviousness in it; just an openness and uninhibition that delighted and drew like a spring rain.

She reached the last few notes to enthusiastic applause, and segued into the next song without a pause. Vinyl Scratch was no fool-- she knew if she gave the mercurial pegasus a chance to lose her nerve and panic, she would.

Look around, wonder why

We can live a life that's never satisfied

Lonely hearts, troubled minds

Loking for a way that we can never find

Many roads are ahead of us

With choices to be made

But life's just one of the games we play

There is no special way

Make the best of what's given you

Everything will come in time

Why deny yourself

Don't just let life pass you by

Like winter in July....

If the first song was sultry and smoky, this one was cool and clear like a snowy breeze across the skin. Ponies sighed; this was a sort of magic you couldn't get from an alicorn.

The song trailed off. Fluttershy blushed and smiled; the applause this time was muted and respectful, but no less enthusiastic. To everyone's surprise she leaned toward the microphone and spoke.

"And this one, um... is for Princess Luna. If... that's all right...."

The tune, old and sweet and familiar to nearly everypony there, began to play.

Moon river, wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're going, I'm going your way

Two drifters, off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see

We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting round the bend

My huckleberry friend, moon river and me....

It was an old song, sung since before anypony could remember, in languages long since forgotten-- a lullaby loved for ages. On the second play-through every pony there was singing along. Even the Day and Night Guard in their somber posts were moving their lips to the lyrics.

What Fluttershy could never have known was that it was older than anyone knew... it was a secret both the Sisters kept as a private treasure: the song was a lullaby the Princess's own mother had written to Luna, and sung to her in her crib. Tears welled in both the Princess's eyes at the warm memories, but Luna openly had tears running down her cheeks. She hastily brushed them away with a wingtip, smiling. There was no way Fluttershy could have ever known...

Or could she?

The applause was, once again, long and sincere... but there wasn't a dry eye in the house. As sweet and beautiful as Fluttershy's performance was, Luna was wise enough not to leave the party in a melancholy mood. "Methinks we hast found our winner," She said cheerfully, stepping forward and mantling a wing over the blushing pink and yellow pegasus. The crowd heartily voiced its agreement. With a flicker of magic Luna summoned a rosette ribbon and pinned it to the shoulder of Fluttershy's dress. The blushing pegasus eepy-squeaked and nearly vanished into her own mane.

"But now, tis my turn." Luna waved her horn, sending a disc spinning through the air to DJ Pon-3's waiting hooves. She stepped up to the microphone.

Then she spotted Nyx. To everyone's surprise, she lit up her horn. Nyx, who had been feeding chips from the buffet to a happy Peewee, squeaked in surprise as she was suddenly lifted into the air and set onstage next to the Night Princess. Peewee, irate at having his snacks interrupted, fluttered after and took to an orbit around Nyx's head.

Luna looked her up and down, taking in her princess from the future costume."Very nice," she said into the microphone. "I think I shall call her..... Mini Me...."

Noone could put a hoof on why it was so funny, but the audience cracked up. She leaned down and whispered to the befuddled filly, "Ready?"

Nyx saw the first line of lyrics scrolling up. She recognized the lyrics immediately and her face split in a grin. She nodded eagerly. Luna chuckled and signaled for Vinyl Scratch to start.

In the time she spent recuperating from her banishment, Luna had obtained the finest sound system bits could buy, a copy of nearly every album in existence, and had spent her idle months acquainting herself with the music of the era. It had been an aesthetic shock at first--- the last time she'd heard pop music, lutes had been all the rage--- but she'd quickly developed a taste for modern music. Among her favorites had been a particular one by yon Sapphire Shores, from her latest album(1)--- to the point of being her own secret private anthem.... to the amusement and/or annoyance of every pony within earshot of her private chambers.(2)

She waited till the opening drumroll, and with a flash and a burst of purple smoke, she was suddenly garbed in Nightmare Moon's armor-- only this set was polished to a chrome-like sheen, and trimmed with rhinestone diamelles that glittered in the spotlight like sparklers. Her neck and ankles were garnished with ropes of thumb-sized silver beads, and her barrel was wrapped in sleek chrome bedecked with still more faceted diamelles . Her outfit stood out all the more starkly against her boiling indigo mane and her night-colored coat.

Music blasted out of the abused speakers, and the Royal Canterlot Voice opened up:

Don't make no difference if I'm wrong or I'm right

I've got the feeling & I'm willing tonight

Well I ain't nobody's angel

What can I say?

Well I'm just that way

Hey, ey

I've got the stuff that you want

I've got the thing that you need

I've got more than enough

to make you drop to your knees

'Cause I'm the queen of the night

The queen of the night

Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Just say it, say it, say it

'Cause I'm the queen of the night

The queen of the night

Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Yeah....

The CMCs shrieked with glee. DJ Pon-3 cranked the volume and hit the strobes, and soon the crowd was in three portions; those gaping in shock, those laughing their plots off, and those--- generally anypony too young to care-- dancing and bopping away as their regal princess Diva'd her way through one of Sapphire Shore's raucus rock and roll numbers, with Nyx right beside her.

Twilight Sparkle didn't know what to think. But the sight of her daughter headbanging away with Peewee as Luna wailed on the karaoke machine certainly made it a memory worth keeping.


1)the aforementioned notorious "If It's Too Loud, You're Too Old." The reader is free to mull over the symbolism of an immortal alicorn owning and playing such an album.

2)Four guards and her sister.

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